Indian Tacos

Cliff had us over for supper. Cliff's main squeeze is Patty.  Patty is a Navajo and eminently qualified to make genuine fry bread.  So around the picnic table we sat and enjoyed some grate food, topped off with sweet fry bread and ice cream for desert.

One thing you can count on wandering the encampments is all sorts of characters.  The people who take to the road, the boonies, and the outdoors are different.  They are all cast off and people who did not want the nine to five comforts.  They all seem to have a sense of adventure and a desire for something new. Cliff and Kadizzle took a ride up to see some of his old buddies at the other camp.  People living the vagabond life seem so accepting.  There are few social graces.  First you offer a beer.  Then perhaps an insult.  Next the conversation can head anywhere.

Living in the jungle is a get by way of life and every trick is employed to keep cost down.  Solar is a big thing among those living on the edge.  Strangely no group probably leaves a smaller carbon footprint than those mobile people on the edge.  One thing become apparent among the full timers and that is migration.  Most of these people have worked out a system of a job in the north in the summer, and a warm job in the south in the winter.